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Poetry

TRIGGER WARNING emotional exhibitionism; raw, unfortunate honesty. non-fiction. includes songs and significant lyrics. this is probably shit.

2am

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by QuiescentEssence

by QuiescentEssence

I wish it wasn't 2am.

I wish I wasn't awake.

I wish I wasn't still sitting on my bedroom floor pining for you.

I wish I could get over myself. What did we truly have, if not an illusion?

We fell in love with notions and prejudices and the lack thereof.

We fell in love with the freedom we granted each other.

We took each other for granted.

How did I not see that I was slightly more than a friend to you? How can it now hurt me inexplicably when you relegated me to ''buddy''?

I thought I was the invincible one.